Chapter 8

Vince wasn't as pissed as we thought he'd be. In fact, he admitted to us how he was happy with Amber having the title because the fans loved her. But he was angry at the fact that Amber had really been beating up Sable. Vince was very lenient, however, because of his fondness of her, so simply asked if there was a reason for her aggression against Sable. Amber sat down with him and told him the story about John and Valentine's Day. Vince asked if it was okay for her that he called John and asked him to do a few tapings. John agreed enthusiastically, not knowing what he was getting himself into. Vince even set up the match for the next PPV.

Sable didn't come to events for a few days. Apparently she had a bruise on her face from Amber's attack and so was giving it some time to lighten. Therefore the whole angle with her and John didn't come about for a couple of weeks. When it did, though, the first thing he did when he arrived at the arena was track down Amber. He came into our room, not knowing that I had been in the bathroom, toweling off from a shower. I put on my attire and gear and whatnot as I listened to them.

"Amber…" he said.

"You sound happy to see me," she said bitterly and sarcastically.

"I am," I heard the shuffling of feet as he walked toward her. He probably was trying to give her a hug. I heard the strange thudding sound of a person shoving another person away.

"What the hell was that for?" he demanded of her. He sounded mad.

"Oh don't give me that. You know-"

"Know what?"

"Why I hate you."

"Amber what the hell?" he was walking towards her again. "What happened to you? You've changed."

She let out an angry, huffy sigh. "Yeah well you haven't."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You're a snob and a bastard! You were and you still are!"

"Why am I-"

She screamed at him now. I could visualize her in my head, eyes flaring with that temper of hers. "Because I loved you! I really loved you and you were using me! How many people have you done that to, you sick fuck?"

"Hey! What happened on Valentine's Day wasn't my fault-"

"Wasn't your fault? You used me and my father to get in just to leave me there! And you left with Sable, no less!"

"Well look where it's gotten me!"

"It's gotten you nowhere! So you'll be on Raw a few times. Big deal! It's short-lived; no one will remember you after a month or so. It was your fault what happened that night!"

"Okay. If it's anyone's fault, it's yours, for being a total slut."

"Holy shit. Are you kidding? Me? Slut? You play the whore this time, John."

"What?"

"You and Sable! You're both whores!"

"Hey! Don't you talk about her like that you-"

"Are you fuckin' blind, John? Seriously. The woman has probably slept with every guy in the Western Hemisphere."

I heard him step forward and I heard a slapping sound that must've been him grabbing her wrist. I was fully dressed now. "Let me go, prick," I heard Amber say. She sounded frantic. She must've forgotten that I was there. I threw the door open and stepped into the room. John let her go and froze, literally standing in my shadow, looking like a deer in headlights. Amber stumbled backward and fell into me. She glared at John and so did I. I extended my hand to him.

"I've heard so much about you. It's a pleasure to finally meet you." He was trembling. His mouth moved but he wasn't saying anything. He grabbed my hand and I started shaking it. I laughed softly. "Yes…that's it," I said. "Nice and friendly." I tightened my grip on him suddenly. With his small hands compared to mine it must've been like a vice closing on him. He turned pale and tried to pull away, incapable of doing such a thing as I held him. He cried out, sounding freakishly like a woman as he begged me to let him go and not to hurt him. I laughed at him for that.

What a jackass.

He was 'shaking like a leaf' as they say, when I let him go only for a second before grabbing him again by the throat. I could almost reach my fingers all the way around his neck. I walked forward, pushing him in front of me until he hit the wall. And I lifted him off the ground by his neck.

"Listen," I said to him in a growling voice. "You touch her like that ever again and I'm not going to be so generous. Keep your goddamn hands off her you fuckin' bastard."

In one motion I real released my fingers and pulled my arm away, standing over him as he fell to the floor, coughing, before remembering that I was there and staggering out of the room.

Amber laughed and thanked me. She gave me a hug, our almost over-used ritual of happiness. Mark stepped into the room, an amused grin on his face as his eyebrows were raised, curious of what happened.
"Was that your Johnny boy?" he asked Amber. She nodded. "That boy was dumber than a bag of hair." She was laughing so hard that she had to wipe tears away from her eyes, and couldn't speak, and so just nodded her head. That got Mark going, her uncontrollable peals made him laugh, too, and so, like many other times in the past, I was stuck between the two laughing buffoons, not necessarily knowing what was so damn funny. I sighed and finished toweling off my hair, leaving it damp so that I could gel it and make it stay for the match we had later that night.

We were told that in our match we were working to show power, we had to show that John and Sable were the weak ones, and we were more powerful so that we'd prevail. A Good vs. Evil thing. Sable was furious about it. Absolutely fuming. She had glared at me and Amber when we'd come in, looking very feline, eyes narrowed, mouth a little scowl, very and frighteningly pissed off. And her hair, as usual, added to that effect with how it sorta poofed up on the top. Too much hair spray. That's how it was then. Later on during the match she had it tied into a braid but for right then it made her look like an angry cat. And it brought out her eyes.

They went out first, to an overly negative crowd. Before we came out they showed on the Titantron a clip of John stumbling into Sable's room while she was lacing up her boots. They were really shooting a pre-match thing of her doing that. The thing with John wasn't supposed to happen, but they must've decided that it was a nice touch so left it in. They must've thought it was some theatrical improving or something as he told her about how he was trying to talk to Amber and Kane held him by his neck and threatened him. There was a mixed crowd reaction there, some jeering him while there was a pop for me from the others.

When we came out we had a huge pop. Amber looked wonderful, glitzy in a way, not to mention the added effect of the Women's belt strapped around her waist. When we reached the ring I held the ropes for her, and we did the pyro together. The bell wrung and the match started. Sable and Amber wanted to start. They locked up to have Sable pull away and grab Amber by the hair. Amber struggled for a moment before managing to twist around and execute a snapmare. Sable stood up and turned around, angry looking, probably expecting and wanting Amber to stop and give her a second to breathe, but that dream was shattered when Amber dropkicked her in the chest. Sable fell back, catching herself on the ropes. Amber went towards her but before she could do whatever it was that she was about to do, Sable ducked under her and ran to the other side of the ring. She tagged in John. I was expecting Amber to come tag me in but then she didn't.

She was having a really fun time.

John hesitated for a moment on going at her, looking to me in fear before looking back at her and meeting a clothesline. He obviously wasn't ready to wrestle…that was the point though, that he was weak. She picked him up by his hair and threw him into the turnbuckle, meeting him thereafter with a row of punched to the face. He fell to the floor and she began to kick him in the ribs. When the ref had made her stop she turned to Sable, mouthing some flagrant threat to him that resulted in Sable's attempt to get into the ring, but he held her back. Amber laughed and tried to get the crowd into it by doing a few taunts. John was still down.

She went around and climbed the turnbuckle behind him and sat there waiting for him to stand. I was expecting her to do a flying clothesline, but Amber, full of surprises, waited for him to turn around to execute a perfect hurricanranna. This surprised me. I hadn't known that she knew that move. We hadn't taught it to her. When she pushed herself up she stood over him, laughing, before calmly walking over to me to tag me in.

John looked half conscious, and slowly opened his eyes to look up at me. He let out a scream as he looked up. I grabbed him by the throat and lifted him. I could hear Amber laughing as I did a hard chokeslam. I think the ref thought I was done but I wasn't. So instead of pinning him I picked him back up for a Tombstone. After that, while he was motionless on the ground I pinned him In the corner of my eyes I saw Amber getting into the ring to fend off evil Sable…but I got the pin.

One! Two! Three!

While Sable and John were both down, we did the pyro. And then we got out of the ring and went to the top of the ramp. I did something that I couldn't really help. I bent down, with our height difference I had to do some dramatic sweep type of thing to her. She giggled and asked what I was going. I lifted up the bottom part of my mask and kissed her. The crowd was wild. And as we did that I thought of how, in a way, it was John and Sable who had created this, that it as their free will that had sealed our fate of love.

I couldn't have been happier.

And our kiss remained a fan favorite for years.

To be continued